Turbid Eyes

Brick by brick, I pulled my self;
By ordeals, I was battered;
Scattered debris of my old life,
I sought light from the fall.

All my fatigue were left behind;
I'm on my way to paved sky;
Yellow lines, and red lights;
Tell me where am I.

On lilac sky, the staring dusk;
No more pain nor distress;
Just a light feeling like a feather;
Hanging in mid air of summer.